Dunhill London (2008)
by Alfred Dunhill

Dunhill London, like the other recent releases from this formerly reputable house, is crap. It's the same tired old cheap synthetic spiel, the ever-present calone and dihydromercenol used with no sense of inspiration whatsoever. An insult to London, to what dunhill used to be, to the English rose this supposedly embodies. It smells pretty much like your generic, 1.99 drugstore showergel. This is the kind of junk that has given "designer fragrances" the reputation they currently enjoy, at least in my book. My advice: stick with Burberry Brit. That's a designer fragrance which managed to capture the English spirit while modernizing it, turning a profit, surely, but without abandoning any and all standards of quality and originality. I will refrain from even mentioning the grand old English masculine rose fragrances in the same breath as this garbage.